this is the end of coagulation

split stares and the moment a great jazz drum line hits is perfect as eye adjustment to darkness when the power goes out and this song this song sometimes is like that folding around itself and running out of words so it goes back to the goes back to the beginning where a great jazz drum line hits perfect as eye adjustment in the dark when the power�s out and suddenly suddenly we can see we can feel where it was going where it wanted to where it had to end up without choice (it was written in the way trees grow and cannot be undone) and waiting there for someone to pluck it out and make memory of it so we can take it home and have it forever and ever�

2004-10-22 | 11:41 a.m.
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